Calm down, walking down Twisted stairs, I fall down I see the sky as pale as my skin with convolutions and drowned out confusions. Acid rain drops fall on me like a water torture device pounding nervously on the side of my porousΒ Β head.
I got soaked up in the neighborhood with the angry sinners and no-good winners, beaten up by the losers, users and the black and blue bruisers These angry streets bullied me into submission and called back promises it couldn't keep Now it is time to stop walking backwards